I wish I could crawl out of my own skin
Shed like a snake would and start anew
My darkness interwoven within the rotting flesh now laying on the floor
But no
The darkness is inside of me
So take out each *****
One by one
And then nothing else is left
But the hollowness of my bones
And my aching muscles
Until I am nothing but an empty vessel

fear has no place in
your heart my little
lion for you are so
brave and strong.
i know the blame
from others was
so wrong and fast
but i also do know
that you were built
to last throughout
the storm and you
are so loving and
warm whilst trying
to ignore serpents
and sharp scorn.
but the serpents and
their words should
really not be heard
for they are ants
compared to the
elephants of ideas
in your head and
the gentle strength
and wisdom you
so delicately possess.
so my lovely little lion
with a heart of gold
and a wonderful tale
to be told some day...
stand up and be bold
enough to blow the
sour serpents away
with a new roar they
haven’t heard before!
you are so much more.

You have tried to make me do many things
Like you. Pity you. Hate you. Then like you again.
I know you’ll try again before knowledge’s demise
But knowledge never rests for long
Like a restless monster, It will soon be back,
In a whole new way, thrashing and spitting
That is fabled worse than it really is
But during the demise, I become invisible
An untouchable ghost, you won’t be able to find me
Knowledge’s rest protects me, but when it wakes up,
It stays for 180 days before falling down again
You will try to charm me, but you will fail
Others have tried
And they have failed
M.R.L

You ***** liar
I've never "tried"
Do you see your sin
Your future repent
You "Lied" it's in your name
And your actions, what have you become
Look around you, things are different now
Stupidity no longer wraps around my actions
And I don't want the pity of a viciouse snake such as yourself
Knowledge’s slumber will protect all those who,
Are strong enough to admit when they’re wanted
And I was never wanted
My own creater, she said that I was an accident
She doesn’t want me and neither have you
But knoledge’s slumber will protect us
And faith will love and surround us
J.M.J&R